Woah, lookie, an update before 11:30 PM! Cool.
I don't know if I'll be able to update tomorrow. I'll be deep in hick country, so the chances of me getting Internet are rather slim. Bleh. I'll try, though!
Disclaimer- I do not own Inheritance Cycle, its characters or its places. I am merely a poor student suffering from chronic insomnia and a rather overactive imagination.
Prompt No. 095: Powerless
Characters: Nameless Eldunari
Word Count: 100
Weak light pulses at the center of the stone. It's all that's left of a broken heart. It flutters weakly, wishing it was dead.
It wants to be dead, needs to be dead, because it's other half is dead, it's heart-soul-partner. All it feels now is death and cold hands. It's heartbeat (can it be called a heartbeat, this fluttering?) weakens at the touch, wilting.
It's power goes out with the cold. The heartbeat flickers, and longs to go out. It doesn't. It never does.
The hands don't let it. The hands keep it alive.
The light flickers in despair.
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